Interval

Of all this I write
And purge, and beg,
And watch it wash out
At the waters edge

It repeats and renews
As the white washes up
And springs forth
From a mountains cup.

Resounds with vigor
The thunder screams
At springs new color
To overshadow again.

And in timeless space
Of  heartbeats pain
It lives like a hollow
Waiting for the light again.